| Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
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| So I can use it for your energy
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| You know, its very sh_t, feel this!
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| America’s got a thing for this gangsta’s shit, they love me
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| Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
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| I take spit over raymo sh_t, I’ma fan
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| Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
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| The women on my life bring confusion sh_t
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| SO like Nino when we new jack, I’ll have to cancel that b_tch
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| Look at me, this is the life I chose
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| Niggas around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
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| Yo the empire on the low the narc’s don’t know I’m the weatherman
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| I take that coke leaf and make that snow
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| Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
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| O after O, you know, homey I’m just triple beam, dreamin'
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| Niggas be schemin', I’m fiend to live a good life
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| The fiends just fiendin'
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| Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can’t see
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| The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
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| I want the finer things that’s in my life
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| So I hustle (hustle)
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| Nigga you get in my way when while I’m tryin to get mine
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| And I’ll buck you (buck you)
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| I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
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| Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
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| I want the finer things that’s in my life
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| So I hustle (hustle)
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| Yea, I don’t know sh_t about gymnastics I somersault bricks
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| Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip
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| I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can’t f_ck with me
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| Man my cold days, they called me chef boyarfitty
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| Check my logic, smokers don’t like seeds in their weed sh_t
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| Send me two seeds hot grown with they need
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| Them ain’t cheap pet plants in the crib that’s chronic
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| And I’m sellin' them 500 a pop god damn it
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| I sold everythin' I’ma hustler, I know how to grind
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| Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
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| If you analyze me, what you’ll find is the DNA of a crook and
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| What goes in my mind, its contagious
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| Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
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| If the rap was the block or spider, I’ll be potent product
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| Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
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| And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin' money man
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| Its a hustler’s ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
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| Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' and drama means nothin'
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| It’s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin' lanes
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| In the jewels with your chains
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| I upgrade from 30 B’s to clean V’s
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| Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
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| I got the energy to win, I’m full of adrenaline
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| Played it perf' and get nauseous, watchin' the spinner spin
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| I’ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
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| Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
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| Them holi tip bent me up, but I’m back in shape
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| Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
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| I’m like the East coast number one playboy B
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| Hugh Hefner’ll tell you he don’t got sh_t on me
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| The feds watch me, icy they can’t stop me
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| Racist, pointin' at me look at the niggaracci
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| Hello! |